Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lebanon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Saccharine Trust to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quadrant,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skarface,
China Crisis,
Faust,
Au Pairs,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Aswad,
Brick,
L. Decosne,
Warren Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne,
a-ha,
MDC,
Mark Hollis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Malaria!,
Animal Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Eden Ahbez,
Soulsonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mad Mike,
Kaleidoscope,
DNA,
Camouflage,
Tommy Roe,
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul II Soul,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unwound,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jandek,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moody Blues,
Idris Muhammad,
Sound Behaviour,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
Henry Cow,
Porter Ricks,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.